If you read my Mom 'Bean's blog, you will know that I have been laid up woof a sore paw. I was in so much pain it was awful, so Mom took me to the vet. She, the vet, said I had a broken toe nail so she ripped it off... literally. Just grabbed it and pulled. OUCH!!! She sure is lucky I had a muzzle on right then or I would've bit her good. Then she told Mom that she's not sure why my toe is swollen... infection maybe but more likely cancer. She sold Mom some drugs to give me and said to soak my foot in warm water woof Epsom Salts in it. I really hated that. None of that helped at all.
Next Mom took me to see Carol, my Black Lab friend Eddy's Mom. Well, she did some muscle testing on me and said she doesn't think it's cancer. Her & Mom put some essential oil on the open sore on my toe, then Carol gave Mom a bottle of Colloidal Silver to put on my toe every morning. Of course as soon as it was on I licked it off, so Mom tried to bandage it and I got upset cuz it hurt so she didn't do that again.
Mom then called a Naturapath. He talked to her on the phone and said to give me Tissue Salts (said what specific kind and specific times to give me specific doses), and said to put liquid honey on my toe and bandage it so I couldn't lick it off. Mom did all that. I got in to the bandage the first night so Mom had to put a new one on. She did it a bit different and I couldn't get it off that time. The toe is a bit better in that it's not so raw & open now, showing some signs of outer healing. It is still real swollen though and still hurts me. Mom is kinda worried but not giving up on me yet. She might even try doing the Tissue Salts n Honey again.
I can tell you, I'd rather have adult acne than this pain in my toe. My spirits are still good though, n I still like to bounce around lots, always wanting to go woof Mom in the truck. I've gotten to where jumping up into the truck is a big job where before the sore toe it was no problem fur me to do. Most times I don't want to jump down out of the truck cuz it hurts my toe, so Mom has to lift me down. This is a big job fur her woof her bad back cuz I weigh 87 pounds. Yup, I'm a big dog and she's just a little woman, but she's tuff.
I know Mom wants Tuggy to get our trike built real soon cuz she wants to take us riding in it... and cuz she's scared I might not be here woof her fur as long as we'd both like. She started the conversion from motorbike to trike so she could take me along woof her... and now I might not be here. She wants to be sure I at least get a ride or two before I have to leave for the Rainbow Bridge where I will wait fur Mom to come join me and her other critters that have gone ahead too. I sure wish I could go to the Dog Park, I miss it a lot but can't go woof an open sore toe.